Monday, December 29, 2008

In which I buy a lemon (in the strictest sense)

It was a tough day at work today. I wish I could talk about why, but you know I have that thing about not talking about work. Stuff was going on that wasn't really about me, but was creating a significant amount of anxiety, so much so that I just wanted to stuff my face with carbs. But we all know that food as a drug does not really make anything better, at least, not for very long. So I decided to stop and get a lemon on the way home from work so that I could drown my sorrows in a proper martini.

Ah! Much better.

(Don't you hate it when you are reading a blog and the blogger is all "I have something going on, but I can't tell you what it is"? Like, just don't say anything to begin with. You can't say "Oh, guess what? I have a SE-CRET," and then expect people to respect that. People are generally pretty nosy. I should know, I'm one of those people. An honest to goodness nosy parker, that's me.)

So, since I can't talk about my anxiety, or eat or drink it away, and I am still out of Xanax, let's talk about shoes instead. I had a great weekend shoe-wise. I got several gift cards for Christmas gifts, so I was able to buy two pair of flats, and then...

THESE:

Banana Republic. I have been coveting these shoes for a while, and was able to get them with the gift card and not ANY of my own money. I love that.

This evening I arrived home with my lemon and my neighbor popped out with a small Christmas gift for me. A gift card. To DSW Shoe Warehouse.